"The snow leopard is a large cat that lives in the snow-capped mountains of the western plateau of my country and is known as the 'King of the Snow Mountains'."
Lu Fangfang held the pen, muttering to herself as she wrote.
After looking at it carefully, she turned around and called out to the outer room, "King of the Snow Mountain, Little Flower, come here."
"Meow~"
Xiaohua squeezed open the door and reluctantly walked in.
It glanced at the iron furnace to the south with disgust, shook its body, and looked up at Lu Fangfang.
"Mingcheng, look what you've done! Xiaohua doesn't even want to go inside anymore."
Lu Fangfang smiled and patted Xiaohua, feeling a little envious.
Winter is just around the corner, and Xiao Hua's fur has become thick and dense, making it difficult for her to warm herself by the fire.
With great effort, she lifted Xiaohua into her arms and placed her on the desk, then began to observe her.
"The snow leopard has grayish-white fur with black spots on its body."
Lu Fangfang stroked Xiaohua's fur and looked at it for a while, then wrote this sentence on the paper.
"Fangfang, what are you doing?"
Zhuang Mingcheng came in with the kraft paper and saw this scene, and he was still a little confused.
"What a snow leopard looks like."
Lu Fangfang took a pen and carefully described Xiaohua's appearance.
After she finished her work, she quickly sent Xiaohua out.
Even Xiaohua, who was wearing a sweater underneath a jacket, felt unbearably hot in the room.
She called out to the outer room, and then called the little yellow dog back in.
Tibetan foxes live on the grasslands, which is better than the wildflowers that live on the snow-capped mountains; they don't feel hot inside the house.
"The Tibetan fox is a carnivorous animal belonging to the genus *Vex* of the family Canidae. It has a compact body and short limbs..."
"Awoo~"
The little Tibetan fox squeaked in dissatisfaction.
It leaned closer to the paper to take a look, but it still couldn't understand it, and it was still unhappy.
"Cough, the limbs are not short, not short."
Despite saying this, Lu Fangfang's handwriting was still short and clumsy.
She looked up at the little yellow dog and couldn't resist reaching out to pet it. There was no way around it; scientific texts had to be more rigorous.
Beside him, Zhuang Mingcheng carefully wrapped his wife's drawing in kraft paper.
Looking at his wife and the little yellow dog, he was both amused and exasperated.
"By the way, Mingcheng, what family does the Tibetan wild ass belong to? Is it Equidae or Donkeyidae? And what family does the pika belong to?"
Lu Fangfang frowned, still somewhat bewildered.
She knew which family the snow leopard and Tibetan fox belonged to because they were so famous, but she was stumped when it came to the Tibetan wild ass and the pika.
Oh right, there are also some weasels, but she knew even less about them; she had never even heard of them before.
Zhuang Mingcheng looked completely innocent.
Seeing his wife looking over, he quickly shook his head, "Don't ask me anything, I don't know anything."
Forehead……
"Forget it, I'd better not mislead people. I'll just describe the appearance."
Lu Fangfang felt a little embarrassed. Popular science articles are not something that just anyone can write. She would have to buy some books to read when she had the chance to go to the city in the future.
The rest was simple; she just wrote down the little guy's appearance and some basic habits on the paper.
As for more in-depth information, the publisher certainly knows more than I do.
After writing about the little ones, she wrote a long letter to Vice President Sun of the provincial art publishing house, expressing her thoughts.
After finishing her work, she wrote another letter to Comrade Wenhui.
In the letter, besides the usual chat, she also specifically mentioned the farm.
By the end of November, their farm will be able to produce 2,000 quail eggs a day, which is something to be very happy about.
A daily production of 2,000 quail eggs is about 40 jin (approximately 20 kg), which translates to 1,200 jin (approximately 600 kg) of quail eggs per month. This is not a small production volume.
Next year, when both greenhouses at the farm are full, the egg production will be even higher, so the feed supply will have to keep up.
"By the way, Mingcheng, our farm's egg production will pick up at the end of the month, so don't delay the supply of oilseed cakes to our farm."
"Okay, I'll urge them tomorrow."
Zhuang Mingcheng nodded. He cared a lot about the farm and knew that now was a crucial time.
He wrapped his wife's drawings in kraft paper and then took two letters.
There's quite a lot of stuff here.
He took it to the outer room and put it away, waiting to mail it out the next day, before quickly walking back in.
Several sweet potatoes were on the iron stove, already roasted and emitting a fragrant aroma. He quickly picked them up with tongs.
Roasted sweet potatoes taste best when they're hot. He picked one up, peeled it, and handed it to his wife.
"I just finished washing up..."
"It's okay, just rinse your mouth after you eat. You're feeding two people now, so you can't let them go hungry."
Lu Fangfang thought her husband made sense, so she reached out and took it.
As October arrived, her belly swelled up, and her appetite increased significantly; she also became much more cravingy.
Now, whenever she sees food, she wants to take a bite.
Holding the sweet potato, she took a bite and chewed slowly.
These small sweet potatoes were all planted by her in the wasteland by the river. They were very small and the harvest wasn't very good, but they were alright to roast.
Hmm...
She took another bite, and felt a little choked up, so she quickly picked up her teacup and took a sip of water.
These white-fleshed sweet potatoes were not sweet, had a lot of fibers, and were dry; they were not as delicious as the varieties from later generations.
"Are you choking? Eat slowly."
Zhuang Mingcheng quickly patted his wife on the back.
"It's okay, just get me another one."
Zhuang Mingcheng smiled, picked up the sweet potato, and peeled it for his wife.
"I also roasted some potatoes, do you want some?"
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